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There's plenty of switchblade traitors here |
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Slight of hand can fool the eye |
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To disguise the dagger clenched beneath the kiss |
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The news is darker than I feared |
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Cold, down, spat out like a sigh |
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Rain all over just to hide the sight of bliss |
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And they're flashing thorny lies around the room |
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My hollowness as perfect as a tear |
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I'm listening for a single work that's true |
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But you're not here |
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There's little could hold you too long here |
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I'm confessing that the shame's mine |
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Temptation takes me that same way |
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You made the break and cleared the slate |
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Now I'm calling on the main line |
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There's such fiction here that steers the ship today |
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And your lifting as you're floating through the room |
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I turn my head each time I feel you near |
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But the devil's always trying to block the view |
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So you're not here |
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I roll my sleeve to take it on the chin |
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Charge my glass and raise it with a cheer |
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And I celebrate my fortress within |
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'Cause you're not here |
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Yeah, you're not here |
